TFRLTOP Chapter 18 Part 1

Chapter 18 – The CEO’s Little Side Hustler 

◎ Wait, our kind of business can get Party membership now? ◎

That slap silenced the entire crowd on the spot.

Even the lackeys who were about to back up He Chengtian against Chu Yun instantly shriveled up.

He Chengtian roared, “He Lu! What the hell are you doing?!”

Ming Ming was stunned—she hadn’t even noticed that Miss He Lu herself had also bought Häagen-Dazs from her.

He Lu raised her hand like she was about to slap again, her voice louder than He Chengtian’s: “Can you stop embarrassing yourself for once?”

“She’s here selling her stuff, minding her own business—why do you have to stir up trouble? She’s not stealing, not robbing, so what’s it to you? Always picking on her—what, you got a crush or something? I’m telling you, He Chengtian, don’t even think about it! Otherwise, she’ll have to start counting from the Yuanmou Man just to figure out what kind of karmic debt her ancestors owe for you to take an interest!”

He Chengtian’s face flushed crimson. “Shut the hell up, I—I’ll—”

“You’ll what? Keep cussing? Your mom’s my mom—say one more dirty word and see what happens.”

He Chengtian was forced into silence, his breath caught in his throat, his face burning even redder.

“I’ve had enough of watching you make a fool of yourself every damn day and dragging our family name through the mud. I don’t have time for this—beat it already. My Häagen-Dazs is about to melt.”

Waving her hand like she was shooing a fly, He Lu turned around, held her ice cream with both hands, and gave a mock bow to the other students. “Sorry, everyone—unfortunate family business, my apologies! But I can promise you all, what Chu’s selling is 100% genuine Häagen-Dazs, and at a price you’ll never see again. Like she said, once it’s gone, it’s gone—better grab it while you can!”

Young Master He had lost face badly. And the worst part was, it wasn’t just anyone who had stood up for Chu Yun; it was his own sister, the family’s little princess. If he actually fought with He Lu, he might really get shipped off to the army later.

A wise man knows when to swallow his pride. He Chengtian jabbed a vicious finger at He Lu, then at Chu Yun, and stormed off in fury.

He Lu glanced back at Ming Ming with a look that was hard to read. Ming Ming tilted her head, puzzled.

He Lu crooked a finger, motioning for her to lean in.

Ming Ming didn’t move. She wasn’t sure what He Lu was up to, and if leaning in just meant catching a slap, no thanks.

Seeing she wouldn’t budge, He Lu clicked her tongue, muttering under her breath—something about that embarrassment of a brother dragging her down every day.

She circled behind the freezer, put a hand on Ming Ming’s shoulder, and whispered in her ear, “That donkey-hide wallet Wang Qingchun bought from you? He had it checked at the official counter.”

Her tone was hard to decipher.

What now? Don’t tell me it was fake.

Lord Huo Wu, don’t screw me over…

Ming Ming kept her face calm. “And the result?”

“It’s real.”

She exhaled in relief.

He Lu thought Chu Yun seemed a little wooden. She waved her phone in front of her. “Give me your contact.”

Ming Ming blinked. “Huh?”

“What else do you have? I want to buy too.” She tapped impatiently on the freezer lid.

Ah—so that’s what this was about.

Ming Ming was thrilled and quickly added her on WeChat.

New customer acquired!

“I don’t have everything with me, but I’ll send you pictures later. Don’t worry—they’re all brand new, prices are totally fair.”

He Lu patted her shoulder, gave her a knowing look, and left.

After that, business boomed again. Ming Ming didn’t even stop for lunch, just kept scooping nonstop. By four in the afternoon, all 21 tubs of ice cream were sold out. She collapsed into a chair, her right arm so sore she couldn’t even lift it anymore.

But she was absolutely satisfied.

A quick calculation—she’d made over 17,000 yuan today. Pure profit, since she’d paid with Huo Xiao’s black card in the first place.

Talk about a return on investment.

No—this was profit with zero investment!

Ming Ming felt like she’d opened the door to a brand-new world. She was ready to go home and carefully sort through the pile of stuff Huo Xiao had given her—there were even some global limited editions in there.

Those were worth serious money.

Money makes people reckless. But Ming Ming wasn’t worried about Huo Xiao finding out. Please—an overworked CEO like him would never remember every little thing he’d bought for his mistress.

“You’re unbelievable,” the system muttered, speechless.

Ming Ming put her hands on her hips proudly. “That’s called business sense.”

The system just gave a cryptic little hum. “Good luck, then.”

“I’ve got to stock up for myself. Sure, I look shiny and glamorous now, but who knows how broke I’ll end up later!” Ming Ming had already made peace with whatever her eventual fate would be.

Consider it punishment for making so much money right now.

I’ll take it.

Around five o’clock, the Huo family sent someone to pick her up and haul the freezer back too.

When Huo Fifth Master was home for dinner, the family always ate promptly at seven.

But once you relax, hunger hits harder. After working all day without lunch, Ming Ming was sprawled on the sofa in a dramatic pose, whining weakly whenever anyone passed by: “Hungry—so hungry—I’m starving—hungry—”

Anyone who didn’t know better would think the Huo family was abusing her.